Tom Posted October 8, 2005 Author Posted October 8, 2005 Woo Hoo, what a fan!!! You have no idea what it means to me that you approve....... really!
Mark VI Posted October 8, 2005 Posted October 8, 2005 Is there a 5 dollar rebate with starting threads tonight ?
Tom Posted October 8, 2005 Author Posted October 8, 2005 Is there a 5 dollar rebate with starting threads tonight ? You can mail it to me. I'll PM my address.
meazza Posted October 8, 2005 Posted October 8, 2005 He said nothing wrong....... 469690[/snapback] you could wear whatever jersey u want noone really gives a rats ass
Ghost of BiB Posted October 8, 2005 Posted October 8, 2005 You have no idea what it means to me that you approve....... really! 469701[/snapback] So, wear your shirt and be the big man, comic book guy. I'm glad you shared, it made all the difference.
Tom Posted October 8, 2005 Author Posted October 8, 2005 you could wear whatever jersey u wantnoone really gives a rats ass Thanks for your approval. BTW, I hope a rat bites you in the ass..........
meazza Posted October 8, 2005 Posted October 8, 2005 Thanks for your approval. BTW, I hope a rat bites you in the ass.......... 469710[/snapback] lol sorry im really bitter about this season, no offence to you or any of the wonderful rats that fill our sewers
Ghost of BiB Posted October 8, 2005 Posted October 8, 2005 Thanks for your approval. BTW, I hope a rat bites you in the ass.......... 469710[/snapback] Wouldn't be the first time a rat's bit my ass, but what are ya gonna do?
Tom Posted October 8, 2005 Author Posted October 8, 2005 So, wear your shirt and be the big man, comic book guy. I'm glad you shared, it made all the difference. Thanks! I appreciate it.
Tom Posted October 8, 2005 Author Posted October 8, 2005 Wouldn't be the first time a rat's bit my ass, but what are ya gonna do? I'll wear my Moulds shirt & cheer on the Bills from 337.... How about you Homey?
Ghost of BiB Posted October 8, 2005 Posted October 8, 2005 Thanks! I appreciate it. 469717[/snapback] Im not certain, but I think we got out of sync on insults. Is it your turn?
Tom Posted October 8, 2005 Author Posted October 8, 2005 Im not certain, but I think we got out of sync on insults. Is it your turn? Hahahah..... the rat one wasn't about you....
Johnny Coli Posted October 8, 2005 Posted October 8, 2005 Thanks for your approval. BTW, I hope a rat bites you in the ass.......... 469710[/snapback] Wow, that sure brings back some memories. We lived in a band house in the Oak Square area of Brighton/Boston. Pretty squalor-iffic conditions, but we didn’t care because we were just a bunch of kids. Not a care in the world. Anyway, we were up all night practicing and drinking gin, which was a luxury because we were dirt poor and mainly drank cheap beer. But that’s neither here-nor-there. So, we’re done practicing and we’ve killed off the bottles of gin we had, and we all go off to our cardboard slabs to pass out. A few hours later, I have to use the head. So I go in to the bathroom and flick on the light. To my surprise, there’s a rat doing the dog-paddle in the toilet. I kick the lid down with my foot and slam the bathroom door behind me, to try and trap that sucker in the bathroom. I go over to my buddy Tommy’s cardboard slab and nudge him with my foot. “Hey, Tommy.” I say. No response, which wasn’t a shock because we were up pretty late getting loaded on warm gin. “Hey, Tommy.” I say again, and kick him in the ribs. “What the **** do you want, man” says Tommy. “Dude”, I say, “There’s a huge rat in the toilet.” “No way!” “Way!” “Well what are we gonna do?” Neither one of us were thinking too straight, and I was further hampered because I was sitting on a golf ball at that point. “Look, man” I said, “I’m going in. Whatever happens in there, just don’t open the door.” “I owe you my life, dude” (writer embellishment) So I go in, plunger in hand, like an ancient warrior headed into a dragon’s lair (more embellishment) and slam the bathroom door behind me. I kick open the toilet seat. I look at the rat. The rat looks at me. And I go medieval on his ass, and plunge that dude like he just ate my whole village. He thrashed. I plunged harder. He thrashed some more. I smoked a cigarette. He thrashed one last time. I fell for it and lifted the plunger. He had used the air in the plunger bulb to ride out my suffocating blows. He was a worthy opponent, but I was sitting on a golf ball and I would not be denied. I thrust one last time and pushed all the air out of the plunger, holding him under for what seemed like an eternity (writer embellishment, probably a minute and a half). The game was done. I removed the instrument of death (come on, man, it’s a freaking plunger), saluted his valiant effort, and flushed his carcass into the unknown.
JAMIEBUF12 Posted October 8, 2005 Posted October 8, 2005 hymmmm...............thats one of the jerseys i never wanted!
Cobra Posted October 8, 2005 Posted October 8, 2005 Maybe with you wearing his jersey, he might show up and play with a little heart! You could be in a rough day, it's a long walk to the parking lot.
Corp000085 Posted October 8, 2005 Posted October 8, 2005 He said nothing wrong....... 469690[/snapback] I'll wear my Darryl Talley jersey, for i'm yearning for a guy who plays with heart on defense.
Johnny Posted October 9, 2005 Posted October 9, 2005 Wow, that sure brings back some memories. We lived in a band house in the Oak Square area of Brighton/Boston. Pretty squalor-iffic conditions, but we didn’t care because we were just a bunch of kids. Not a care in the world. Anyway, we were up all night practicing and drinking gin, which was a luxury because we were dirt poor and mainly drank cheap beer. But that’s neither here-nor-there. So, we’re done practicing and we’ve killed off the bottles of gin we had, and we all go off to our cardboard slabs to pass out. A few hours later, I have to use the head. So I go in to the bathroom and flick on the light. To my surprise, there’s a rat doing the dog-paddle in the toilet. I kick the lid down with my foot and slam the bathroom door behind me, to try and trap that sucker in the bathroom. I go over to my buddy Tommy’s cardboard slab and nudge him with my foot. “Hey, Tommy.” I say. No response, which wasn’t a shock because we were up pretty late getting loaded on warm gin. “Hey, Tommy.” I say again, and kick him in the ribs. “What the **** do you want, man” says Tommy. “Dude”, I say, “There’s a huge rat in the toilet.” “No way!” “Way!” “Well what are we gonna do?” Neither one of us were thinking too straight, and I was further hampered because I was sitting on a golf ball at that point. “Look, man” I said, “I’m going in. Whatever happens in there, just don’t open the door.” “I owe you my life, dude” (writer embellishment) So I go in, plunger in hand, like an ancient warrior headed into a dragon’s lair (more embellishment) and slam the bathroom door behind me. I kick open the toilet seat. I look at the rat. The rat looks at me. And I go medieval on his ass, and plunge that dude like he just ate my whole village. He thrashed. I plunged harder. He thrashed some more. I smoked a cigarette. He thrashed one last time. I fell for it and lifted the plunger. He had used the air in the plunger bulb to ride out my suffocating blows. He was a worthy opponent, but I was sitting on a golf ball and I would not be denied. I thrust one last time and pushed all the air out of the plunger, holding him under for what seemed like an eternity (writer embellishment, probably a minute and a half). The game was done. I removed the instrument of death (come on, man, it’s a freaking plunger), saluted his valiant effort, and flushed his carcass into the unknown. 469767[/snapback] lmao...good stuff man that rat was no match
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